The girl who caused her soul to wilt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

its a bout a girl who self harms and she takes it to far cus she just wants the pain to end

She would wake up and would feel torn apart, torn by the memories of hate. Love. Loss. She felt so weak, so unreal —like she was flying through the air, walking through walls. She felt like a ghost with only her thoughts for company. Those thoughts that haunt her very soul that witnessed so much pain. It was beginning to become difficult to see, to feel, to taste what should be real. It was hard to separate the memories from her own reality. She could remember the coldness of the blade. The sound of the blood trickling onto the floor. The feel of the scars left by her own stupidity. As she stared down at them, the memories comes flooding back to her – like a sea of blood slowly washing that lonely soul away.

She could feel herself fading.

Her final sight were of that reflection in the mirror, the one she saw every morning. The reflection of a girl so distraught that it hurts her to carry on living. “It only hurts when I breathe.” She would say whenever someone asked what's wrong.

My name is Abigail and I am now known as the girl who caused her soul to wilt. I saw things getting worse around me. I saw everything falling. I had no one left here to live for, both my parents died when I was younger and my only love left me when I needed him the most. I knew what I was doing when I ended my life. And I thought it was for the best. So that I could ‘live’ with no memories. I thought It would be easier without feelings. I thought it would be the end but truthfully its only just the beginning.

If she could only close her eyes the pain would be over. With the strike of the blade to a knew fresh part of her skin – to her neck. This was her only sense of peace. The way she could show people how she feels. Her own way of relaxing. Of telling herself she is going to be OK form now on. But things just got worse, eventually she became addicted -- like the blade was her king. She couldn’t stop. Now she is a lonely soul walking this earth alone as a ghost, watching over the people who are suffering in life.


Submitted: March 11, 2010

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everlastinglove

thank you, it is the beginning to my coursework and i am so happy that you like it i am knew to this site and I'm just trying some stuff out. And there will defiantly be more to come im in the middle of writing some stuff now.

Fri, March 12th, 2010 6:18pm

everlastinglove

its ok, this is the first poem i ever wrote and published onto here... so im glad that people like it and i will publish more work soon i promise... x

Thu, September 23rd, 2010 9:53am

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